The Underworld Exploded and My House Became a Shelter for Evil Spirits.

Zhang Beizheng was watching the World Cup finals on the TV. A voice came from my ear: "Can you touch my nose with my tongue?" Turning his head, looking at Bai Wuchang's tongue, he sat further away in disgust. A little zombie came in through the door: "It's so hot!" Suddenly a voice sounded in the brain: Host, please pay attention, a red-clothed ghost appears three kilometers away, please eliminate it as soon as possible! Zhang Bei sighed and opened the coffin placed aside. "Little King of Hell, get up and get to work!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.